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slow pain - saturday night ballin' [remix] كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: slow pain]
sat_rday balling, it’s the west coast boss
in a two tone chevy getting talks
sounds so you can ride to
something to bounce to, something to high to
i’m leaning on my steering wheel feeling high
my mind’s only night, i’ll be high till i die
if the crew spot and i’m feeling good
with some fine baby dolls from the neighborhood
pitbulls in the backseat rolling down the window
letting out some smoke from the lenyo
i see the funky monte carlo sitting on d’s
and a pearl_black ’66 caprice
some cool caddies and caddy_coupes
to the pimp daddies and funky loops
ahh, up and down, up and down the sweater
i’m calling sat_rday night balling

[chorus]
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat_rday balling
living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag_top impala
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat_rday balling
living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag_top impala
[verse 2: slow pain]
it’s the weekend, time for the ballers strolls
slapped on my stacy adam’s and it’s time to roll
one and here comes the two to the three and four
jumping in a rag 6_4
i hit the hot_spot where the ballers play
last pocket ain’t balling, big money games
fine super models everywhere i look
and if you had crazy cash, then she was hooked
all the ballers in the place looking like al capone
gold trench coats and cellphones
the place was jumping, drinks was on the house
so tell me, what’s it all about
going head up with the rolling dice
ten gs in ten minutes and there ain’t nothing nice
7_11, 11_7, that’s what i’m calling
sat_rday night balling

[chorus]
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat_rday balling
living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag_top impala
sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday
thursday, friday, sat_rday balling
living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag_top impala
[verse 3: slow pain]
diamond in the back, sun roof top
rolling the scene the gangster hop
back on the boulevard and pitbulls past out
laid out with a j in his mouth
d_mn, it’s getting late, i’m rolling solo
with these freaks bumping knee, deep
dumping through the hood, scoop up some more homeboys
what’s up, buzzie’s on the block making noise
capone’s oging and he’s going for broke
fly dog got the green, money, and smoke
you got my back and i got yours
what time is it, mhm, 11_54
and there ain’t no woman like the one i got
like a set of ’94, the spot’s too hot
hanging with some ogs, shot calling
sat_rday night balling

sat_rday, sat_rday night balling
sat_rday, sat_rday night balling
sat_rday, sat_rday night balling
sat_rday, sat_rday night balling
sat_rday, sat_rday night balling
sat_rday, sat_rday night balling
sat_rday, sat_rday night balling, yeah

- slow pain

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